Category: Running

Before I was injured I was a different runner. It seems like such an obvious statement that it’s almost silly to say. But Denyse Whelan’s Life This Week prompt is “hobbies” and I’ll be damned if I let it roll by without a mention of running. Honestly, though, I thought…

When I signed up for Bay to Breakers I didn’t realise that it has been run for more consecutive years than any other race in the world. I also wasn’t notified that people get nude whilst running it. It wouldn’t be San Francisco without some form of getting-your-kit-off I suspect.…

Welcome to the wonderful world of cross training! I’ll be your host – the still very injured runner, turned very scared cyclist. Of course I use “cyclist” with a sly little smile and a nod to people who are actually able to ride a bike. Because I can’t steer straight…

It’s the time of year where I’m rubbing my hands together with glee – when I’m not glued to the internet looking up race schedules, elevation charts and considering the prospect of new bling. Apologies if you’re not a runner, you’re probably going to think I’m crazy if you make…

Spending four days on holiday in a new city and then planning to run a race early on the morning of the fifth is probably not the best race prep you could do. Especially when you spend the preceding four days eating burgers and chips and downing more wine and…

I slipped next to my laptop and accidentally registered for a half marathon….the San Francisco Half Marathon to be precise. My arch-nemesis. Why do I hold this marathon in such high regard? Because I was in training for it when I got injured last year. It literally broke me.…

Sometimes you’ve just got to Yoga. Picture: mackenziestudebaker.com There are three things about me you should know: I’m horribly uncoordinated, unable to balance, and visibly uncomfortable around people I don’t know and new situations. That’s why I decided to give yoga a go. Because, you know, when in Rome… or…

I’m running again and it’s fantastic… except I’ve got a bit of extra baggage along for the ride now. The metaphorical kind, of course. Unless you count the kegs I’ve stacked on in the meantime. Have you ever started back at the very beginning of something that you’d conquered before?…

Mr M’s kitty, Mrs Fluff Bottom You know that feeling when you finally sink into the couch after a long day and kind of give up? The “I’m-not-moving-for-anything-or-anyone-let-the-bombs-go-off-around-me” feeling. That’s been my general state of being lately, especially in terms of exercise. Every night I set my alarm for 5am,…

When you spend a couple of years running yourself into injury, it seems ludicrous to imagine that getting back to your pre-injured self will happen over a few weeks. And so it goes with my delightfully injured hip. “Delightfully” in the sense that it is fully injured and refuses to…